The comforting ache of the summer holidays
Pointless days pining, afternoons whining
The suburbs scream at passers by
They scream of escape, muted sirens
In wasted light hope takes flight
I don't mind losing self-respect
I've done it before and I'll do it again
I'm stifled tonight which is fine
I've done it before and I'll do it again
Billboards evanescence under regular beams of light
Toothpaste smiles don't seem so bright
Homogenize, don't revise
I don't mind losing self-respect
I've done it before and I'll do it again
I'm thwarted tonight, which is fine
You see I've done it before and I'll do it again
The kids are sick again
Nothing to look forward to
They jumped the cliff again
Future sinks beneath the blue
The kids are sick again
Nothing to look forward to
They jumped the cliff again
Future sinks beneath the blue
The kids are sick again
Nothing to look forward to
They jumped the cliff again
Future sinks beneath the blue
The kids are sick again
Nothing to look forward to